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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.