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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Names to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter 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?
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.