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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.