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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Mars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.