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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.