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 Samoa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sister Nancy,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Happenings,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.