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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moleskins to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Nas,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.