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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Television,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.