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 Fiji and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Rotary Connection,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.