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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Warsaw,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.