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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.