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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 sitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
AZ,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
MDC,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Cymande,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.