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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.