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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Marmalade to the punk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.