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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.