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 Barbados 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.