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 Senegal and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.