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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.