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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
The Leaves,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.