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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Hashim,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.