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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.