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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Smog,
The Real Kids,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.