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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.