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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.