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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Crime,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.