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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
The Names,
The Kinks,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.