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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Simply Red,
The Five Americans,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.