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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.