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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 rhodes 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Index,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.