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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the funk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.