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 Malaysia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.