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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 clarinet 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 Bluetip to the grunge 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Roxette,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.