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 Rwanda 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 Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
The Tremeloes,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.