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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
The Move,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
The Human League,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.