Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Excepter,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Can,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.