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 Brazil and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Neu! to the rock 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
Model 500,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
The Pop Group,
Radio Birdman,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.