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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Television,
John Foxx,
Wally Richardson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Shuggie Otis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.