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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Ten City,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.