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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.