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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Monks,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.