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 Seychelles and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Average White Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Donald Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.