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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
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.