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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.