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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.