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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 June of 44 to the jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.