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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Index,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.