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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Fad Gadget to the punk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Swans,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.