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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.