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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.