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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.