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 France and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.