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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.