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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Holt to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.