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 Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.