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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
AZ,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Quadrant,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.