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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Television,
The Move,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.