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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.