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 Brunei and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.