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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Ken Boothe to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.