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 Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.