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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.