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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
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 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.