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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Oblivians,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.