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 Croatia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.