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 Somalia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Accadde A,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.