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 Botswana and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 the Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Index,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.