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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.