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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.