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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 güiro 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.