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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.