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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.