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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord 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 Newcleus to the grunge 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
UT,
Shoche,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.