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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.