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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the electroclash 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Monks,
China Crisis,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.