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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.