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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.