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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Skarface,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.