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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.