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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.