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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.