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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.