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 Brazil and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.