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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Monks,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.