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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.