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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Oneida,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.