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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Slave,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.