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 Armenia and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.