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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.