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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.