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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.