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 Kuwait 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Monks,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.