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 Latvia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Gong,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.