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 Angola and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Techniques to the techno 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Wally Richardson,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.