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 Croatia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
Rekid,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Technova,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.