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 Burkina and from New York.
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 Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
The Litter,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.