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 Japan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
K-Klass,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
X-102,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Monks,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.