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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Germs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.