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 Russia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Fatback Band,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.