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 Lesotho 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Index,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.