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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 rock 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Aswad,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Todd Terry,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.