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 Belarus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.