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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.