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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.