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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Thompson Twins to the crunk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.