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 Hungary and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Jandek,
DNA,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.