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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.