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 Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
The Cowsills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.