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 Kazakhstan and from Bologna.
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 Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the disco 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.