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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.