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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
K-Klass,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.