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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.