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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.