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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Technova,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Warren Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Magazine,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.