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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 One Last Wish to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Faust,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Schoolly D,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Index,
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.