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 New Zealand and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Rekid,
Q65,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.