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 Mauritania and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Main Source,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.