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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.