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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 B.T. Express to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '60s 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 The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.