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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Jandek,
Gong,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.