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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.