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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
MC5,
Pole,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Technova,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.