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 Cameroon 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Livin' Joy,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.