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 Yemen and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.