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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.