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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.