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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.