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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Index,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.