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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie 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?
X-102,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
This Heat,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.