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 Gambia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Cal Tjader,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.