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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
MC5,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.