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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.