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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.