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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Newcleus to the rap 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Quantec,
Audionom,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.