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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Brick,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
New Order,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.