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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.