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 Mexico and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Iggy Pop to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Skriet,
MDC,
Hardrive,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.