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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.