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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Second Layer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.