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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Swans,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
X-101,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.