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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Magma,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
The Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Pole,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.