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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.