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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Sparks,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Victims,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.