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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Smoke to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxy Music,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
F. McDonald,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Wings,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.