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 Serbia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Newcleus,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
Monks,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.