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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Ituana,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Das Ding,
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.