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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harmonia 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Cybotron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Sarah Menescal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
X-102,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.