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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.