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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
X-102,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.