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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.