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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
The Vogues,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.