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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
John Foxx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.