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 Lebanon and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Mars,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Gong,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.