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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.