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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Associates to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.