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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 organ 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 Sällskapet to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.