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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
Swans,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.