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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the disco 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.