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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Joy Division to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Magazine,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.