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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Halsall,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.