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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Faust,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.