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 Brunei 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rekid,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.