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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Rakim,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.