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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana 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?
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.