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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.