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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 mellotron 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
PIL,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
CMW,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.