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 New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Qualms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Television,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Can,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.