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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.