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 Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.