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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.