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 Argentina and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.