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 Bahamas and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.