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 Zambia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Nirvana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.