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 Ethiopia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Ken Boothe to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.