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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 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 Tears for Fears to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Mandrill,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.