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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Nils Olav,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.