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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Slave,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.