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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers 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?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Franke,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.