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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.