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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.