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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pole to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.