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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.