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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-102,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.