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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.