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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.