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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.