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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.