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 Israel and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.