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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.