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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
The Evens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.