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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Can,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Faust,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.