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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Fela Kuti 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.