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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.