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 France and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.