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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Television,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Visage,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Gong,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.