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 Gabon and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.