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 United States and from Taipei.
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 Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Hoover 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.