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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rap 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.