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 Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Ludus,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.