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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
The Litter,
Organ,
The Standells,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.