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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.