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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Sparks,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.