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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.