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 Andorra and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
The American Breed,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.