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 Zambia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
La Düsseldorf,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
DNA,
MC5,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.