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 Croatia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lower 48,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.