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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Smog,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.