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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
The Last Poets,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.