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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maurizio to the disco 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.