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 Norway and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.