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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
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 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Technova,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.