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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Trojans to the electroclash 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.