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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.