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 Seychelles and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Rekid,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.