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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Order,
Index,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.