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 Kosovo and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Moleskins 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.