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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Lynne,
The Wake,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.