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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.