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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
The Remains,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Zapp,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.