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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
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 spring reverb 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 Supertramp to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
PIL,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.