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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Index,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Dolphy,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.