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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Beau Brummels to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.