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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.