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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moody Blues to the techno 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.