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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the dance 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.