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 Honduras and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.