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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grass Roots to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Wire,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.