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 Georgia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Guru Guru,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.