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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Tremeloes to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.