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 Mexico and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.