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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.