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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Lower 48,
Monolake,
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.