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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.