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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 mellotron 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 Wings to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
cv313,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.