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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Underground Resistance,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.