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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
The Litter,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.