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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Flipper,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.