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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 oboe 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 Agent Orange to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Sound Behaviour,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.