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 Bulgaria 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
Nico,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Cymande,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Main Source,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.