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 Korea South 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Fear,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Can,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.