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 Netherlands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the rap 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.