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 Somalia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Index,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.