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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.