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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the disco 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Neu!,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.