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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Black Sheep to the disco 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Gong,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Index,
CMW,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.