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 Zambia and from Stockholm.
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 Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.