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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Theoretical Girls 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.