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 Guyana and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Swans,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.