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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Main Source,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.