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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.