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 Germany 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.