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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Technova,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Organ,
Nico,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.