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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.