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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Freddie Wadling to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.