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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the electroclash 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.