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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the funk 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sparks,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.