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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 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 John Foxx to the funk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.