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 Azerbaijan 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Music Machine 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.