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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swell Maps to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Scion,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
The Move,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.