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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doors,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.