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 Kosovo 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.