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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.