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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
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Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
MDC,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.