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 India and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.