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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.