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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 The Offenders to the crunk 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
The Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.