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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Eric Copeland,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.