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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.