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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.