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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Byron Stingily to the grime 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.