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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.