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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vogues to the grime 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.