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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.