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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.