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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suburban Knight to the funk 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.