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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Scrapy,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.