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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.