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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.