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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Jandek,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.