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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.