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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Organ,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Cymande,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.