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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Fear to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.