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 Oman and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Skaos,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Television,
JFA,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
The Skatalites,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.