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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 The Wake to the disco 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.