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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yaz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cowsills,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Tres Demented,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.