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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slits to the jazz 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.