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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Joey Negro to the jazz 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
PIL,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Bobby Womack,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Technova,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.