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 Cambodia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.