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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonic Youth,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
The Mummies,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.