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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Fear,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.