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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Japan,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.