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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the jazz 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Model 500,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
The American Breed,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.