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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.