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 Belgium and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Mantronix,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.