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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Remains to the punk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.