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 Taiwan 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.