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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May,
Q65,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.