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 Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.