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 Korea North 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
La Düsseldorf,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.