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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.