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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.