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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.