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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Chrome,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.