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 Mauritius and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.