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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.