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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.