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 United States and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Pagans,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.