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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.