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 Korea South and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Gastr Del Sol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.