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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock 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 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Ituana,
Monolake,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Schoolly D,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Dave Gahan,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Surgeon,
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.