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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Fear,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.