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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.