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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
AZ,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.