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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Star Department to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
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.