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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the rap 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.