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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.