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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Essential Logic,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.