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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
The Remains,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.