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 Congo and from Lille.
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 Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the punk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Nico,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.