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 Canada and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.