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 Laos and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
The Angels of Light,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.