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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.