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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the grime 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.