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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.