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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Mr. Review 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Mission of Burma,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
The Seeds,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.