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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.