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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.