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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Ronan to the grunge 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.