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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
The Index,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
kango's stein massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.