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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.