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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground 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?
Niagra,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Sparks,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
EPMD,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Aloha Tigers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.