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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Bad Manners to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 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?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
DNA,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.