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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
cv313,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.