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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
DNA,
Smog,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.