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 Iceland and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
The Litter,
Q65,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.