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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Newcleus to the rock 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.