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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Patti Smith to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.