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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Cal Tjader to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.