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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Wings,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.