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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.