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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Anakelly to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.