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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Pole to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.