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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Q65,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.