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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fear,
JFA,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.