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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Flipper to the rock 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Los Fastidios,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.