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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
UT,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.