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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Shoche,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.