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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.