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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The Velvet Underground to the grunge 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.