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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Niagra,
The Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.