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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 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?
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.