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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Smog,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Trumans Water,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.