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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neon Judgement to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.