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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Audionom,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.