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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.