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 Senegal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Detroit Cobras to the jazz 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.