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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moebius to the crunk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Moebius,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.