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 Malaysia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.