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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Nico to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
The Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.