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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.