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 Haiti and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Skriet,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.