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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Deepchord to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.