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 Ukraine and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.