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 Palau and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
the Association,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
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.