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 Kenya and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the funk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
This Heat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
The Slits,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.