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 Madagascar and from Mumbai.
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 Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Scion,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
Eurythmics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.