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 Samoa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trojans to the grunge 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.