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 Singapore 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Smoke to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Motorama,
MDC,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
John Holt,
Kayak,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
10cc,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
Sparks,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.