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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
DNA,
The Residents,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.