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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Los Fastidios to the techno 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 Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Glenn Branca,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.