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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.