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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nico to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Brick,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
The Sonics,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
The Martian,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.