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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.