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 North and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.