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 Qatar and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Mars,
MDC,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
The Durutti Column,
DNA,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.