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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.