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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.