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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
The United States of America,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Pole,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.