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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.