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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.