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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 DJ Style to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
X-101,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
UT,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.