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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moss Icon,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.