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 Korea South and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Robert Wyatt,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.