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 Suriname and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.