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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Scrapy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.