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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Royal Trux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.