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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Beau Brummels to the grime 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Oblivians,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.