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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.