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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Supertramp,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Television,
John Holt,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.