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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.