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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.