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 Germany and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
X-101,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.