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 Serbia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fear,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.