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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Lindisfarne,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.