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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.