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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
ABC,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Cluster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.