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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Brick,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.