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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Can,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.