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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.