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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.