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 Italy and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Adolescents,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.