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 France and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
New Order,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.