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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.