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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.