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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
The Busters,
World's Most,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Can,
Schoolly D,
The Residents,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
UT,
B.T. Express,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.