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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Joyce Sims to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.