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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 guitar 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
UT,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Nico,
The Kinks,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.