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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Peter & Gordon,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.