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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.