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 Andorra and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.