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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Excepter,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.