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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 E-Dancer to the disco 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Nas,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.