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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Urselle to the electroclash 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.