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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Nas,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Scion,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Q65,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.