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 Gambia and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Index,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.