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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Can,
ABC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.