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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Tubeway Army,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.