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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.