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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.