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 Djibouti and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 mellotron 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
cv313,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.