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 Colombia and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.