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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.