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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quantec,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.