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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.