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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.