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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.