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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scion to the techno 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Sexual Harrassment,
H. Thieme,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Swell Maps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.