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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Q65,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.