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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Main Source,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.