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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Gang Starr 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Motorama,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.