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 Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.