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 Lebanon 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.