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 Austria and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.