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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.