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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Excepter,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.