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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Fear,
Skarface,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.