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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.