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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gap Band to the crunk 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.