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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.