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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Inner City to the jazz 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.