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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.