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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.