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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
The Litter,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.