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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
AZ,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.