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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Marine Girls,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.