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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the grime 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
DNA,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.