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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Outsiders,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.