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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Associates,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.