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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Busters to the rock 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
The Cramps,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.