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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Brick,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
Slave,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.