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 Peru and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the funk 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.