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 Senegal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
The Residents,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.