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 Taiwan and from Lille.
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 Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Bad Manners to the grime 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.