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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.