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 Monaco 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Human League to the rap 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Technova,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.