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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wire,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.