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 East Timor and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.