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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Jawbox to the grunge 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.