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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.