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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.