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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.