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 Iran and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.