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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.