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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.