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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.