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 Romania and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.