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 Angola and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.