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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.