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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Gong,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Monolake,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.