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 Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Average White Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Niagra,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.