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 Namibia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Tommy Roe to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.