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 Zimbabwe 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.