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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the funk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.