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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.