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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
June Days,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.