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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.