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 Mauritius and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Fear,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.