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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neu! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Smog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Joensuu 1685,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.