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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
The Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.