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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.