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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Aswad,
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.