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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
X-102,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Toni Rubio,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.