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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.