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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.