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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
The Residents,
AZ,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
CMW,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
UT,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.