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 Samoa and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Television 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
DNA,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.