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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Kayak,
X-101,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.