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 Belize and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
X-102,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.