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 Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sight & Sound to the rock 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.