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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Darondo,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.