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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.