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 El Salvador and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.