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 Colombia and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Eddi Front,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Index,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.