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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Massinfluence,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.