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 Kuwait and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Slave,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.