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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.