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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
DNA,
Y Pants,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.