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 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
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.