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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Remains to the grunge 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.