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 Bhutan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Qualms,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Anakelly,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.