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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gun Club to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Chrome,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.