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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Unwound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.