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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tim Buckley,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.