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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacques Brel,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Kaleidoscope,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.