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 Mexico and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Clear Light 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Gong,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.