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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
CMW,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.