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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.