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 Mozambique and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.