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 Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Index,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.