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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.