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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the jazz 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.