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 Liechtenstein and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.