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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four 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 grime 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.